Tuesday 31st March 2026
Christine woke up to a nasty cold; too much air-con I expect, so she missed the school run.
By mid morning she was ready to head out and our first port of call “recommended” by Simon was “Fishermen’s pier”, at a place called Deerfield beach, where we could stroll around, enjoy a coffee and watch the world go by; just the job today as Christine is one degree under.
Again we found ourselves on the A1A road as we arrived at Deerfield, and to our amazement car parking was difficult; being a Tuesday we assumed it would have been quiet!!! We found a spot alongside the beach and just by the pay meter, and again surprised by just how many people were on the beach. The Deerfield Beach International Fishing Pier, to give it its full title, is a 976-foot pier for fishing, “sightseeing”, (ha ha) and walking along, but mainly for folk who want to go and fish. This pier “apparently” is the “centrepiece” of this beachfront district. The promenade running alongside the beach was well laid out with the usual abundance of colourful flowers etc., but to use the pier as the centrepiece did stretch the imagination; it just jutted out into the sea, nothing on it and they charged $2 each for the pleasure!!, we walked by; we have a better pier in Weston s Mare and haven’t done that yet!!! The place was buzzing with people but to find a coffee place that was open was very difficult; restaurants serving lunches yes, but not just hot drinks. we walked everywhere and eventually found an ice cream parlour that served coffees/teas etc., so went in.
As suggested, we returned to the promenade, found a seat and sat in the sun and watched the going’s on, though with the strong wind and big seas, the red flags were out; so no swimming, only sunbathing.
Once our time was up on our parking meter, we headed back home.
We had recently been thinking long and hard about our 10-day road trip and were gobsmacked just how expensive motels along the way were going to cost; my recollection of motel prices has been completely shattered not to mention the general cost of living here in the US. With everything going on at present, the re-furbishment of our bungalow, planned trips later in the year etc., it became a head V heart decision, so we let fate make the decision; can we change our flights with minimal cost. Christine got to work, and after many expletives whilst on-line she achieved her mission. We were always leaving Andrew’s on the 8th, so no change there, just not travelling for the sake of it.
Tonight Christine was doing a “Sunday Roast”, but whilst she took on the “might” of Virgin’s web site, I prepped dinner.
Being a week day little-one was in bed at his usual time as was Christine as she was feeling very groggy, just hope a very early night with a good sleep sorts her out